Without Logic

If God made us in his image
If it was his will
He should have taken umbrage
Of the evil bad inhabited
That interferes and sharing
The immaculate innocence
Of my child's soul wise
I would understand

Of this paradox
I'm accomplice
Suffer as another
In me slips
Because without logic
I left
Both satanic
Than angelic

If every time in chattering
We allow ourselves to drift
I really think of inheritance
My silence is deadly
I discover you wan
Set to your eyes so tender
I might just inadvertently
With a chisel split them